The Golden Compass

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The mud was thick. It sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a wet, heavy sigh. He stood in the center of the room, a space that had once been a dining hall but was now a tomb of dust and silence. The air smelled of wet wool and old copper. Around him, the shadows were not dark but dense, pressing against the walls like a living thing. Elias did not move. His eyes were fixed on the...

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